Cry Murder (aka-A Deadman Who Was a Murderer)

The adventure to California on behalf of independent chevron gas stations and standard station throughout the West invites you to let George do it. For the adventure of George Valentine. President will notice dangerous my stock and freight. If it's so far over your head you can't even reach it with a sky hook.

You got a job for me George Valentine. Right full detail. Dear Valentine, here's a laugh. A private dick full of them for that screwy adiars. And the name is Joe Logan. We run across each other a couple of times, but that's not important.

Here's the deal. I'm meeting somebody at the half moon motel a night. I'm not the sensitive type, but something about this rings phony. So if you read about me in the obituary column tomorrow, I want you to cry murder. Wouldn't loud.

And close the hundred thousand. hundred bucks beer trouble but you hear my sweet gravel voice over the phone before noon tomorrow forget the whole thing and buy yourself a drink who signed Joe Logan I'm not buying that angel it's too Pat Joe Logan knocked off by a hit and run driver last night of all nights yeah but don't forget it says

here that mr. Logan had his customary snootful when he was clipped by that car on a deserted stretch of Whitman highway and not too far away from the half moon motel better put your ears down for San Francine yeah I'm gonna cry bloody murder the way my client wanted it. Good and loud.

Valentine, I don't want to be anti-social, but the only thing I've got eyes for this morning is a report just sent in. Frank Potter, prominent banker and philanthropist, was murdered. How about one Joseph Logan? I think he was murdered too.